COME with me, lady fair, Come o'er the sea! Leave thy gold, leave thy care, Sailing with me. The waves my shallop bear, -- Watch the masts swing, -- Rocked by each passing swell; 'T is but a cockle-shell, But I'm its king. Land! it was made for slaves, O lady fair! Free he who rules the waves, Free as the air. He who the billow braves, Far on the sea, Hears the wild waters cry, "Here love can never die, Here art thou free!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATRES DOLOROSAE by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES BEFORE SEDAN by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON TO A SQUIRREL AT KYLE-NA-NO by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS NIGHT AND MORNING SONGS: 14. RING-DOVE SONG by GORDON BOTTOMLEY COUNTRY LASSIE by ROBERT BURNS |